Deep Seats

Today was a full day of classes, starting with more "welcome"-type presentations and a safety and security briefing, with medical sessions and language classes in the afternoon.

We spent some of the time in the common training room, and my Swahili class was held outside on a patio shaded by a thatched roof, with a slight breeze picking up the poster paper that our instructor was writing greetings in Swahili on. A cat with a tail that had an abrupt end lounged under our feet, then went to pounce on a tiny lizard.

We sat in those school chairs with the tiny swivel desk surface attached. The chairs are deep and wooden. You have to scoot back further than normal to sit on them, your writing surface a mere afterthought as you practice Swahili words, prompted by your instructor.

These chairs want us to stay awhile.

I am going to stay awhile.